Winter running is magical. There are so many reasons I love running during the winter months but the first long run of winter is always the best. The cold air filling my lungs. I breathe in icey air and breath out the warm air. I breathe in fresh feelings and breathe out stress.
A Blanket of white covering the land looking so clean and fresh after a good snow. Cleansed of all that ails it… Like me. The soft sound of my footfalls in the snow. Music to my ears.
My running buddy leads the way dipping her snout into the snowdrifts flipping the snow into the air and trying to catch it as we run. She is in her element.
As I run I can smell that someone has a fire burning. Another is making bacon for breakfast and someone else is doing laundry. The smells waft through the air like snowflakes drifting to the ground.
It is a lonely run but the fact that it is just my running buddy and me makes it all the better. The quiet envelopes us as we go. The sounds of her panting and my breathing a rhythm all it’s own. No music needed.
We arrive home sweating, cold and tired. She collapses on the floor and I collapse on the radiator. All is good on a winter morning.